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Thursday, June 11, 2015

20 Followers Contest... Challenge 1! (Part one!)

Here is my part one of my entry! (Tenley, what happens if I only get one part of my story up today, and then, let's say, Saturday?)

Flower Girl

I sighed
and sank into my bed of flowers. I listened to the birds chattering to each
other and the crystal clear creek giggling. I suddenly jolted up; sounds I had never heard before were coming close
to Flowaer Clouridge (Circle of Flowers). I quickly flung a spell around my
flowers and dashed into my hiding place. (Which is a hollow tree.) I saw where
the sounds were coming from! They were humans! I hadn’t seen humans in almost
three years! From my hiding place I narrowed my eyes at them. I stared at the
people; there were two adults, one man and one woman, and one lonely girl. I
stared at the girl. She didn’t look like a human! She almost looked like a
Clofawn. But Clofawns are made up and are fairy-tales and I'm not sure what they look like. I remembered when I was younger. My mother
was speaking to me to me about Clofawns. She said, “Flowaer. You are now come
of age.”

I remembered looking up at her face. “Come of
age for what?”

“Your
new name and job. When you were born, you were named Flowaer. Do you know why?”

“Of
course!” I piped up. “Flowaer is a native language to the forest. It means
flower.”

“Exactly.
When you were born, The King decided to make you A Guardian.”

“What
does A Guardian mean?”

My mother
sighed. “Please stop interrupting and let me finish talking. A Guardian means
that when you are born, you would be dubbed A Guardian. When you come of age you will go the to king. And he will give you a certain thing to guard. You will have
to guard that area for five years, and if you succeed, you will get a larger
area to guard. You will guard that for three years. When the three years are
up, you will be evaluated on how you did. If you did the best, you will be king
or queen of that certain thing.” She paused for a second. “When you were born,
The King decided that you would be A Guardian of Flowers, hence the name. When
you were a day old, you were taken to The King, and he put some of his power
into you. He called you a Clofawn, which means nymph. But Clofawns are not
real, instead or Clofawns, you are a Madream; which means fairy. After you received your power and your new
name, you will get it when you come of age, you were taken away from your real
mother because she was a Clofawn, and your father was a Madream. The King
thought it would be unfair for you to grow up with a Clofawn and learn how to
use your power before you come to age. So you were given to me.”

I was
shocked. “So, you’re not my real mother? Also, what happened to her?”

My
mother, if I could call her that, sighed. “No, I’m sorry Flowaer, but I’m not.
Your mother is not here anymore. Three years ago, a new king sat on the throne.
He destroyed all Clofawns.”

“So I’m
the only Clofawn left?”

“No. You
are not a Clofawn. You are a Madream!” My mother was angry. “You must never say
to anyone that you are a Clofawn! I'm sorry. Now that you are come of age, you have
a new name. It is Cetrea. It means guardian of flowers.”

“So I’m
guarding flowers?” I asked.

“Yes, go
to The King, and he will give you an area to guard for five years. After five years
are up, you will have a bigger area of flowers to guard. After three years you
will be evaluated. Hopefully you will be the Queen of Flowaers.”

I was
confused. “But, but how will do I use my powers?”

“Cetrea,
listen close to me. You will learn how to use them. Goodbye Cetrea! Remember
that I love you!” With that my mother pushed me out of the door.

As soon
as I stepped outside, the sun blinded me. I blinked a few times, and then it
was fine. I sighed; outside was so pretty! My mother kept me inside my whole
life, so outside was a whole new world. I loved how the shafts of sunlight
streamed through the rows of pine trees. I followed what I thought was the path
to The King’s house. It was a very narrow road, and it only had wood chips on
the top. I heard a sound I had never heard before. It took me awhile to realize
what the sound was. It was children laughing! I ran over to the children. I
smiled shyly at the children.

One
older girl came up to me. “What’s your name, your age, and what do you need?”
she declared boldly.

I wasn’t
sure how to answer her. “Um, um, my name is, um, Flow-, no, I mean Cetrea, and
I am, um, 10. I am looking for The King’s house.”

“Why?”
She stood there just staring at me.

“Um,” I
wasn’t sure how to answer her. “I am A Guardian. So, I need my place to guard.”

“Oh!
Okay! Follow me!” she started to walk through the town.

I tried to keep up with her. “Could - you –
walk- a – little – slower?” I panted.

“Nope!”
she kept walking. “We have to get there before the gates close.”

I
sighed. “Fine. How much longer?”

“About
five minutes!” she yelled at me.

Ten
minutes later.

“Are we there
yet?” I asked.

“Five
more minutes!” she promised.

Ten more
minutes later.

“We are here!” she pointed to humongous castle.

I gulped. “That’s The King’s house?”

She shook her head. “Nope! That’s his summer house!
Go on!” she pushed me towards the gates. I started to walk in the gates. A
guard stopped me before I could get through the gate.

“Halt!” he commanded. “What are you doing here?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer him. “I was dubbed A
Guardian, and I need my place to guard.”

He pulled out a clip-board. “Name.”

“Old or new?” I questioned.

“Old. Now hurry up. Oh, and age to.”

“Flowaer, and I am ten.”

He started to write Flower.

I shook my head. “No, it’s
spelled f-l-o-w-A-e-r.” He finished scribbling my name on the clip-board and
went inside. About ten minutes later he came back.

“The King will see you now.” I followed him inside.
After walking through a maze, it seemed like that to me, we were at the throne
of The King. I bowed down to him.

“Good day. What business are you here on?” I was surprised how high pitched his voice
was.

Still bowing down I answered him. “My name was
Flowaer, but now I am Cetrea, and I need a area to guard.”

He nodded his head. “Ah! Cetrea; guardian of the
flowers.” He snapped his fingers. A waiter appeared. “Go get the Flowaer map.
Quickly!” Faster than I could say Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Peppers,
the waiter come back. He handed The King a map. The King looked at the map, and
snapped his fingers two times. Slowly I saw a fairy or a Madream fly in. The
King and she whispered together, and The King showed her a place on the map.
She came up to me, picked me up, and started to fly away with me. As I started
to stare at her more closely, I saw she had chains on her wrists on ankles. I
decided to ask her about that.

“Excuse me, but where are we going, who are you, and
why do you have chains on your wrists and ankles?”

She sighed. “I am Corta, and we are going to an area
for you to guard.”

I didn’t get all my answers. “What does Corta mean,
and why do you have chains?”

“Corta means last fairy. I have chains because The
King doesn’t want me to fly all over. He wants to keep my shoved up in his
castle.” She was angry. “He killed at the winged Madreams except for me. He decided
to keep me for some reason. I have no family any more, and The King controls
me. And if he wants, he can just pull on the chain that is in his castle, and
zip! I’ll be inside of his castle!”

I was shocked. “I’m sorry Corta, and I didn’t think you would get so angry.”

She shook her head. “It’s okay. Oh! We are here!”
From some un-seen magic, my eyes were closed. I felt myself being set down in
soft green grass. “Goodbye Cetrea! You will be able to open your eyes after I
leave.” A heard a flutter or wings; she was gone. I opened my eyes and looked
around. I was in paradise! But what was I going to do?

3 comments:

Oh I love it! If part 2 isn't up until after Friday, I'll just count this as your entry. Don't worry, I won't take off points for it being unfinished. Also, I said I wouldn't tell people their scores but.... I just have to tell you your's! I'm giving you a 10/10!

Thank you! I am planning on writing more, but I have been super busy! I'm glad you won't count off points if there is only one part! Oh my goodness!!! Wow! Thank you so much! I was afraid that no one would like my writing, and that it wasn't that good! I'll definitely try to post more of the story!<3Bella

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